Rodeo

Ay-o-rodeo, hooray!
Rodeo, rodeo, yay!
Some say it will stay
Even when they
Cart it far away, far away!

Wheel-less, it bogs down in clay,
Leafy suspension dismay,
Rust in the chassis
Motor antsy,
The tray-top of the Rodeo

Is sieve-like, the Rodeo’s
tray-top is sieve-like. Hooray
Ay-o-rodeo,
Hey, rodeo!
A long way from the factory.

All about the enamelled
Body, tufts of cape tulip
Lash and flurry, strip
Economy
Those robots in the factory.

O rodeo, Rodeo,
Rodeo, rodeo, O,
Under crow gestalt,
Not far from salt,
We praise your brand name, your shattered

Windows; the silver trimmings
Stripped to the name Rodeo,
Mauvaise foi, as your
Aerial claws
The smoky air, rodeo!

Once we whipped you up into
A lather, a glint in your
High beam, those burnouts
We used to tout
At crossroads, Rodeo, a show!

Ay-o-rodeo, hooray!
Rodeo, rodeo, yay!
Some say it will stay
Even when they
Cart it far away, far away!

About John Kinsella:
John Kinsella’s most recent volumes of poetry are Peripheral Light: Selected and New Poems (W. W. Norton, 2003), Doppler Effect: Collected Experimental Poems (Salt, 2004), and The New Arcadia (W. W. Norton, 2005).